Not fair,
Unfree...
Not live,
We do not see...
We do not feel,
But still believe...
There is an exit, -
Just pay the fee...
You get your price,
And by surprise
They shut the door
Before your eyes.
A scream: "NO MORE!"
Your body on the floor...
We are just slaves
Within life-measured graves...
And our souls' abortions, -
We live in portions.
No opportunity to make those claims.
From birth, the body - full of chains...
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=627899
Рубрика: Философская лирика
дата надходження 11.12.2015
автор: Aire Ni